[READER'S NOTE] The Warrior Realm is a mythical world of witches and warlocks. Set in no particular time period, it parallels the journey of a young barbarian (Nomad), a young magician (Liam), and a mystical Minotaur (Hoof), as they search to find themselves and a purpose for life... ____________________________________________________________________________ WARRIOR REALM Chapter-1/The Warrior and the Barbarian pt-1 Gordan --the Warrior, met the young barbarian (Nomad) a mere year ago when he was a slave. Nomad's parents were killed when he was 7 when his village was pillaged by Knight Raider. His father was killed defending his family, while his mother was repeatedly raped and beaten to death. The children of the small
village were rounded up, and taken into captivity where they were forced to work hard labor until death in one of the many Slave Pits of Zog (an evil Sorcerer bent on ruling the world. For 10 years Nomad worked in the Slave Pits. There Nomad had seen many of his fellow friends grow older and die of hunger and disease before their time. He was sure he'd live his entire life there as a slave, until a group of warrior bandits road through, killing some of the guards that kept the slaves in heavy bondage and causing mayhem. It was then that Gordan took pity on the young 16 year old slave boy, and took him under his wing. They bonded together rather quickly as Gordan and his Bandits taught Nomad all they knew about weapons and fighting. Nomad took learning quickly, and was soon riding along side Gordan and his crew as a full warrior. Along their journeys they fought giants, monsters, demons, and other creatures of the night. It was after Nomad's first successful fight, that the Bandits decided to make him a man. They took him to a whore house, and made him sleep with several women to insure his manhood. The next morning, Gordan and his Bandits applauded Nomad as he descended the stairs of the house --a MAN! Not long after, Gordan and Nomad broke away from the group to journey across country on their own. The journey was tough, but anything beat the Slave Pits. Shortly after venturing alone, Nomad and Gordan became more than mere riding mates when they chose to camp along the golden brook in the Shia Forrest of Naddingham. There the trees were tall and ancient, the ground was old and wise, and the water was clear and sparkling. Rumor had it that the air there was mystical, that anything living within its realm lived a long and healthy life. It was there that Gordan dismounted his horse "Spades", stripped himself of his warrior garments, and dove head long into the cool crystal clear waters to wash away the dust of their ride. For an old man above 50, Gordan was in superb shape with rippling muscles, a firm buttock, hairy legs and torso, and a full gray beard, mustache, and wild stringy salt and pepper hair which he usually wore in 2 long braided pony tails under a Viking like hat. His body was marked with scars, cuts, and bruises from the many battles he fought. His skin was rough with age and wear, and his face showed lines from aging. Nomad climbed down from his horse, and shed his own clothing while Gordan swam out into the center of the lake. Nomad walked into the banks of the waters,
and slowly submerged himself. He knew not how to swim, as he'd been a slave most of his young life. Gordan saw the look of uncertainty in Nomad's eyes as the water wade up to his neck, and swam over to him to aid. He showed Nomad the basics of swimming by holding him afloat on the surface. He cradled Nomad in his arms, taking him out into the deepest part of the water. Then he left him there to drown, as he swam back to the shores. Nomad screamed for Gordan's help, but Gordan would only encourage Nomad to relax and swim. Eventually Nomad did managed to float himself back into the shallow waters of the lake, where Gordan waited for him along the banks. "I knew you could do it!" smiled Gordan, rubbing the top of Nomad's head like a proud father as he exited the water. They set up a campsite, and started an open fire to keep warm as the sun receded behind the mountains. They ate rabbit and drank ale they got from a town they rode through a few days journey away. They slept together under heavy blankets in front of the toasty fire, listening to the sounds of the Forrest. It was then that Nomad first felt the strong arms of his mentor wrap around him, after he had a bad dream of watching his parents murdered before his very eyes. It was a recurring dream that haunted Nomad since the day it happened. Gordan cuddled the young man in his arms, pulling his bare back into his hairy chest as they spooned together for heat. "Don't cry boy, I will protect you..." whispered the older man, kissing Nomad on the back and shoulders. For the first time since his early childhood, Nomad felt safe in the arms of an adult. He cuddled back into Gordan's body, feeling his warmth against his skin as the night air turned cold and chilly. They lay together unmoving for several minutes, until Nomad felt Gordan's manhood starting to press hard into his buttock. At first he tried to ignore it and pretend he didn't notice, but it soon became apparent that it wasn't going to go away when he felt Gordan starting to hump into him gently. Curiously Nomad pushed back onto Gordan, as they both ground back and forth under the fury skin of dead Elk. "It's been a long time since I've felt the warm skin of another warrior..." whispered Gordan, wrapping his arm around Nomad's muscular torso as his rough callous hands roamed over Nomad's hairless chest and abs. "Have you ever been with another man, lad...?" Nomad shook his head 'no', too paralyzed to speak. "If I do anything you don't like..., don't be afraid to stop me, son. I don't want to hurt you..." offered the older man. Nomad said nothing as Gordan slowly reached for his hardon, and began to stroke it in his fist. He felt Gordan's engorged manhood pressing between his buttock, the fat curved head digging into his anus while he stroked his cock hard. Gordan suckled Nomad's ear lobe, breathing hot air along
his neck. He pressed harder into his ass as his cock head leaked pre-cum all
over the anal bud, and slowly started to penetrate the tight ring. Gordan held Nomad tighter as he stroked his cock harder and pressed in deeper. Nomad groaned aloud when his anal ring was broken by the large head. His rectum filled with the mass of his mentor's meat as his virginity was slowly taken. This wasn't the first time Gordan had taken another warrior's ass in the
middle of the night, but the older man took a serious liking to the teen from the first moment they met. He didn't want to hurt Nomad, so he took his time with him that first night, making his journey into man/man sex an easy one. Nomad had been physically depraved up until now. As a slave, he'd never felt the warmth and protection of another body. In the Slave Pits, they worked until their bodies gave out. They slept where they worked, and the moment they awakened they were forced back into labor. This was the first time he had been
touched tenderly since he was seven. Nomad felt Gordan's big cock moving in and out of him. He groaned and grit his teeth, determined to take the pain like a true warrior. He threw his head back against the older man's muscular shoulder as he sucked on his ear lobe. Gordan's hand massaged along his hard shaft at a good rate, causing Nomad's cock to pulse and throb. Nomad squeezed his eyes shut as his mouth gaped open in ecstasy. He wasn't sure what was happening to his body as he suddenly started to orgasm all over the animal skin. Gordan felt his orgasm, and rolled Nomad over onto his stomach where he was able to butt fuck the boy harder. He pounded into Nomad's ass with increasing thrusts, hammering him into the Forrest floor until he shot his own seed deep within the young male's tightly squeezed innards. And thus began their sexual relationship. Since then, the 2 men had been inseparable. They ride across the country, scavenging for food and wealth as they robbed and pillaged from the rich. They sleep outdoors in the wilderness, under the stars and in each other's arms. After the first few encounters, Gordan finally decided it was time for Nomad to
know what it felt like to cornhole another warrior by penetrating his first asshole. Nomad was scared the first time he knelt down behind Gordan, staring
down at the spread ass or the warrior male before him. But once he managed to sheath his hard cock up into the older man's tight muscular buttock, he couldn't get enough of it. That night he fucked Gordan 4 times, and once while the older man was still asleep. Gordan found Nomad always ready and eager to bend him over and use his backside to climax. Gordan had to ration sex to Nomad, only allowing the boy
to fuck him once or twice a night so he could get rest before their journey in the morning. During one adventure while riding through the Dark Forrest, they came across a woman whom seemed to be under attack by a zombie. The Zombie had the woman by the neck, leaning inward as if about to eat her alive. Gordan and Nomad rode up on their horses, just in time to save her. Gordan jumped down off of his horse, then donned his heavy sword. He charged the monster quickly with a warrior yell. The Zombie turned towards Gordan, just as the warrior swung. The Zombie opened its mouth in surprise, just when Gordan's sword sliced through his neck. The Zombie's head soared across the road and into the marsh, as its body suddenly crumbled into a mass of corroded flesh and bone. Gordan sheathed his weapon, then held his hand out to aid the woman to her feet. "My hero..." smiled the woman, taking Gordan's huge hand. "What is a lone woman doing out on a road such as this, unescorted by her mate?" asked Gordan, his eyes taking in her merry flesh as she made no effort to cover her exposed breasts. "I have no mate." said the woman. "I live over there, through the trees, along the marsh. Come..., I must reward the man who saved my life." "What was that thing that attacked you?" asked Nomad, staring down at the disintegrating flesh as it slowly turned to ash and dust and blew away in the wind. "A Zombie. They covet through the swamps in search for food." said the woman, as she led the warriors to her home. "Isn't it dangerous for you to be living out here alone?" asked Nomad, following behind the couple as the walked through the dense trees to her place of residence. "I am not afraid. They are slow and harmless. That one..., surprised me out of no where. Come now, let us celebrate! I have an abundance of food and ale for weary warriors such as yourselves. Come!" said the woman, running forth. Nomad seemed reluctant, but Gordan was insistent that they go inside. "Something seems strange about that woman..." said Nomad, grabbing Gordan by his muscular forearm. "I don't think we ought to..." "Buck up, lad! She is just female!" said Gordan, eager to follow the fair maiden. "But Gordan..." "It's bout time you become a man again, Nomad!" snapped Gordan, irritated. "A man?" asked the young barbarian. "Its been some time since you lost your virginity to the whores...., you've been engaged with me too long! This woman is just the thing we need to remind us the true calling of nature!" reasoned Gordan, taking Nomad by the shoulder. "Follow ole Gordan's lead, boy..., you will grow hair on that bald chest sooner or later!" laughed the older man. They entered into the woman's warm shack. She lived in the forest, just inches away from the swamp. Her home was well hidden by the trees and marsh. Inside was a warm fire. A huge kettle brewed with the smell of cooked beef in the air. Baked bread and wine decorated the dinning table, along with fresh fruits and vegetables. A large bed took up over half the room. There was blankets of sheep skin atop bails of hay, but it looked comfortable. "Eat! Drink!" offered the woman, allowing them passage into her humble abode. "Everything is at your disposal." she added, giving Gordan a sexy bat of her eyelashes. Gordan felt his manhood react under his midriff. He and Nomad tore into the home cooking as if they were starving. Nomad hadn't tasted food so well cooked and seasoned since before his mother died. In the Slave Pits, they ate rats and insects, whatever scraps they could get to stay nourished. In freedom, he and Gordan captured and ate their own food, but rarely did it taste as well as this. The 2 men ate until their stomachs were full. They drank until they were drunk and feeling good. When they were done, the woman came out of her dressing room in a sheer gown. Every inch of her voluptuous body was visible to the drunken pair. Gordan watched with heavy interest as the woman danced provocatively about the room, hiding her face behind a mysterious vail. Nomad watched as the woman danced, shaking her behind and doing a belly roll that would be the envy of any woman. She singled out Gordan, whom was the older and more experienced of the two men. She got up close on him, allowing herself to be caught in his drunken grasp. Gordan squeezed her plump breasts with one of his huge hands while he cupped her ass with the other. He bit her erect nipples through the sheer gown, then looked over at Nomad. "You need to get yourself some of this, lad! Make a MAN out of you for sure!" he teased, picking the woman up to carry her over to the bed like a neanderthal. "I AM a man!" yelled Nomad, some what jealous as his lover turned his back to him. He watched Gordan bed the woman as he pulled at his skins. In an instant he was naked, his hard manhood standing out a good 10 inches from his body. The woman's eyes bulged with excitement when she laid eyes upon it. "What is your name, madam?" asked Gordan, eager to get inside of her as she spread her legs to bare herself to him. "My name is Celise!" said the woman, breathing heavily as she raised her gown to expose herself. "Place your lance inside my womb, Warrior! Show me what a real man can do!" she challenged. Gordan licked his lips, then dove his head between her legs. Celise moaned erotically as she threw her head back to succumb to Gordan's tongue. Nomad watched with growing interest as Gordan feast upon the woman's hairy vagina, lapping and slurping at her womanhood as if he hadn't eaten in days. The woman moaned and groaned, throwing her head from one side to another as her long dark hair flung wildly about her vail. After making her orgasm once with his mouth, Gordan climbed up from between her legs, and implanted his long pole into her moist womb. The woman groaned like a lioness as she was filled to capacity, her womanly cup running over with the abundance of male appendage. Gordan fucked her like a stud for nearly 30 full minutes until he finally filled her with his essence. The woman scratched at his back with her long fingernails when he came inside of her, drawing his blood as she slowly licked the crimson from her fingertips. A second later Gordan started to convulse. He was still deeply implanted inside of her when his entire body began to shake and quiver. At first Nomad thought it was merely a part of Gordan's orgasm, until he noticed the older man's skin starting to age and corrode rapidly. The woman wrapped her legs around Gordan's waist, locking him into place so he couldn't escape. Nomad jumped from his seat as he ran over to defend his friend. "NO!" yelled Celise, holding out her hand. A force of some sort bounced off of Nomad, sending him sailing across the room like some discarded child's toy. He crashed into a wall of shelves, toppling the entire display as he fell to the ground. He looked up to see Gordan transformed from a man, into what resembled a Zombie. "A Sorceress!" yelled Nomad, suddenly realizing Celise's true nature. Nomad jumped to his feet, and grabbed Gordan's sword from his pile of over garments. When he tried to reach the bed again, Celise held out her hand to hold him at bay. Nomad jumped out of the way of the force, and somersaulted behind Gordan. Gordan's body no longer resembled the man he was. His skin looked old and gray with aged and corrode, as his eyes sank in to become useless. Nomad grabbed a handful of Gordan's hair, then yanked him away from the woman's clutches. Gordan was pulled free as he fell backwards across the room on his buttock. "FOOL!" yelled Celise, rising to her feet. "He is no longer your friend, he is MY slave!" Nomad was shocked when Gordan jumped to his feet and attacked him. "No Gordan...!" he yelled, fighting off his dying friend without hurting him. Gordan grabbed Nomad about the neck and started to squeeze. His human strength was magnified as he sought to rip Nomad's throat out. Nomad kneed him in the groin, then shoved him aside as he turned his weapon on the woman. "Your friend is lost to you!" she said with a heavy laugh. "I have his soul within my grasp! He will never leave this swamp alive!" "And nor shall you!" snarled Nomad, stabbing the sword directly through the woman's heart. Celise screamed as the cold metal pierced her beautiful young flesh. A tremendous force drove Nomad back across the room as he fell backwards into Gordan's arms. A strong whirlwind tore through the house, destroying everything in its path. A loud long high pitch wailing filled the air as all hell broke loose. Celise's vail came off, revealing the old aging face of the woman beneath. Her eyes widened as the air exploded, sending shards of wood and rock everywhere. In an instant, it was all over. Nomad found himself laying under a mound of debris. When his ears finally stopped ringing and he was able to free himself, he began looking for Gordan. After a quick search, he found the remains of the Zombie, his decayed flesh and bones turning to dust in the wind. Noman cried aloud as he mourned his friend, lover, and mentor. He buried Gordan's clothing in the marsh, making it his burial ground. After a moment to honor his memory, Nomad suited himself with Gordan's prized weapon, and mounted his horse --Spades, and rode off into the sunset alone.